"The room of echoes never lies."
The silky voice repeats,
a chorus line to the misery, your soul.
Tick, and tock, repeating still,
lost in your timid revere.

"The room of echoes never lies."
She whipsers yet again, the truth.
Eyes that close and hearts that blend,
the room of echoes chooses.
Consider now your past and future, drifting.

"The room of echoes never lies."
Silken advice handed out,
casting it's shadows upon your joy.
Emerald eyes and a beating heart,
you still see his face in the dark.

"The room of echoes never lies."
Must she give such advice, redundant?
Intuition floods your being,
casts is glow about your soul.
Truths unfold and render out.

"The room of echoes never lies."
Advice of late, now forgotten,
the truth it seems was merely lacking.
Now it's known, what had always been,
those voices echoing past your ear.

"The room of echoes never lies."
Advice a lie itself.
Echoes are words, words from the mind,
that still the truths of your heart.
Your love shines through, reaffirmed.